We can’t live in the PNW without knowing every name of rain; atmospheric river is no joke. Tumwater Falls flowed violently over her fish ladders and pathways like so many waterways. Trees came down, winds blew fiercely, and roads, homes, and lively-hoods flooded.

Yet, as I wrote in 2021, “I actually love the rain. It’s a balm to my soul. It makes my hair curl, my mood softer, my attention more focused. I feel at home.” I wonder in the immensity, do you feel the same?

Eventually, the rain will end and the lands will turn green in spring growth. There is growth after turmoil and like the daffodils I turn my head toward the sun.

Cheers!